The Entertained by John Felis

The echo of chorus lines laid the salted streets barren with heat

The beat of drums and cattle lifts people to clouds with poise

The “never” of leaders tilts the bridge slightly off its support

And the dawn breaks in to dance admits a weeping repose

 

Encore for the entertainer who played it freely on eighty-eights

Sweepingly with applause for bands knit together on silver spoons

Heavily the low heavy madden blushes, theretofore, with sweaty palms

Majestically the commands counts the poor souls not screaming encore

 

Round the back little brownly dressed bakers tie ropes and wash the nay-sayers in crème-brule

Tightly it speaks, chokes, laughing, screaming, burning, it’s delicious the deluded man hears them say      

Shortly a new show holds laughs and prayers, it’s the seasons beginning to the tortured man he sneers

 Coming now to the short bitter display, only the best for you only the best today